Lately im in love watching Junior masterchef australia. There's twins sisters named Isabella and Sophia participated as the finalist there. Both of them are really great cook, and as i observed their journey in the competition, i saw them producing many extraordinary foods than beyond believe for such young girls to be able to cook that way. When finally these two sisters are in top 4, i really felt happy for them.

 In the series of choosing the top 2 finals, one the participant filled the spot, leaving only one more spot to be seized by one of the three participants left. Two of them is the twins sisters im talking about. So i was very excited during that episode to find out who's gonna fill the final spot between those two sisters. That time i was wondering how would they feel to compete with their own sister. What kind of rivalry would happened, coz i know they both wanted to win this so badly.

In the end, Isabella wins the spot.

The judges asked the two participant who didnt got the spot in top 2 final, "what is the most memorable things happen in the competition for them?"

One of the participant answered a moment when they cooked the best food. But when it came to Sophia turns, she is smiling and said "right now. When my beautiful sisters is coming in the top two"

That moment, i saw all the judges shed a tears, and so did i. She showed us what sisterhood is all about. That is feeling happy when the person you love is happy.

Every little things

In an evening, while sitting back in a cab that brought us home, i had a simple conversation with my assistant, a 45 year old lady.

She told me:

"you see, i lived in a house with 3 precious girls in my life. One, is my mom, who regardless her inability to walk or speak more than a word, which she used to explain anything that she wanted to say by that only word, is actually very sweet, caring, passionate woman i've ever known in my entire life. Second, is my seventy five year old aunty with an IQ of 5 year old kid, but whose heart is warmer, honest, and somehow wiser than most of intellectual people out there, because she found out he true meaning of happiness, which made her always grateful towards everything every single things, no matter how small it is. And the third is my maid's 4 year old daughter who has some kind of deficiency in expressing words, which doctor explain as nerve problem, making it hard for people to understand what she was trying to say, except my mom and my aunty. For some reason, and only God knows, these three remarkable girls are somehow connected. Unexpectedly, they could understand each other very well. I encountered one evening, where i just went back home, watching three of them laughing towards each other. They were chatting, saying things that sounds like alien words to me. But strangely, they could understand each other's word, and laughed as if they heard some kind if jokes, their only definition of joke. Im standing there, thinking is it me or them who's not normal here? But looking at their happy expression, i couldn't help but thinking, what's the matter? A lot of people with money, power, intelligence and ability to talk fluently, still couldn't understand each other, nor do they respect one to another, But my wonderful three girls, is the proof, that no matter their weaknesses, they still can share love and joy to others. And yes, i'm very grateful for the opportunity i had to live and learn from these wonderful girls every single day."

ps: That day i was reminded of one important thing that always be forgotten in my hectic life. That we can get happiness simply by feeling grateful to every single things in our life..

She always with me like forever. As far as i could remember, she was always there beside me.

And now, she's gone. As simple as that.

She came to my house when i was just a baby. She became my babysitter, my brothers and my sisters as well. So, basically, we get used to live with her around. She might not the best babysitter in the world, there's a lot of things that even now, i still disagree with her attitude, but for difficult or happy moments our family have gone through, she is there, she knew it all. 22 years. is really not a short period. And it's almost impossible not to love her. She is like a family for us. At least for me, she is like my second mother...

2 years ago, She asked my mom to send her to her hometown. After some months, we heard that her diabetics gone bad, and even worst, that disease took her eyes. She then came back to our family, blind.  One thing i admire from her is her strength to accept her condition and trying to live her life normally. I saw her cutting onion and cooking, ironing clothes, and i kept wondering how she could do that without an ability to see. But miracle indeed happens when people have a very strong will. We often asked her to stop working and just resting a whole day, simply entertaining her self and living peacefully with us in our house. But she kept insisting to work. She said that she doesnt like to do nothing. Working made her happier. But that time time i understand very well. She wanted to work because she wanted to be handy and useful for us. And that's why she felt happier. She is happy when she felt that she is needed. One thing she doesnt understand. We always need her.

Time flies. Two years flies so fast, and her disease got worse. We brought her to many doctors. In and out of country. But, they all gave up. No doctors nor medicine could help her. And she is getting weaker and weaker. Sicker and sicker. We often heard her crying at night. Whispering that she is painful. And hopelessly, there's nothing we could do to erase those pain.

 Some weeks later, she decided to go back hometown. She wanted to meet her son and grandson. My mom and i took her to airport straight to her hometown. I remember chatting with her in the plane, holding her hand saying everything would be okay. Never came to my mind that it would be the last time i could ever have a conversation with her. She passed away in november. Leaving this world and all the person she love and loved her.

Farewell Bunda yuli.
ps: i love you